"The only time I ever saw people gasp in Elaine's [restaurant]," Harper's editor Lewis Lapham once recalled, "was when Roman Polanski walked in just after his wife Sharon Tate had been viciously murdered by the Manson clan. I was sitting at a table with a friend of mine who had brought the most gorgeous Swedish girl you ever laid eyes on.
"Polanski came over and asked to join us. It turned out that Polanski had been in London when the atrocity took place, and he was on his way back to Hollywood for the burial. The Swedish beauty was sitting next to me. Polanski pulled up a chair and inserted himself between us, immediately focusing his attention on the beauty, inundating her with his Polish charm. Fascinated by his performance, I watched as he slid a hand inside her thigh and began a long, honeyed spiel which ended with the promise: 'And I will make another Sharon Tate out of you.'"
[The ultimate pickup line, according to a group of Japanese psychologists and sociologists? "This time next year, let's be laughing together."]